Phyzz: Uncertainty, Again

I naively thought that my life would finally be settled.

I had dodged a bullet—or I suppose it would have been a shot—at "Animal Control." I thought I would be safe when I was rescued by that nice woman with the minivan.

I assumed I would stay with her and become her loving companion, but it was not to be. Within a couple days my newfound savior took me to a strange place and put me into yet another cage, this time at a place called "PetSmart."

Will I be in cages for the rest of my life?